With more time on my hands. I decided to revisit this.
Blue Umbrella Story:
'Hey Harry! It's Ron. Your best friend-'
"You're anything but Ron Weasley!" Harry growled as he screwed up and burnt the latest letter from the youngest male Weasley. "Anything but."
Allowing the cinder's to fall to the ground, Harry sat back on the sofa in 12 Grimwauld Place. Crossing his arms and shivering in the cold,
"Blanket, master?" Kreacher asked, holding a green and silver patterned blanket up as he 'popped' up in front of him.
"Thank you Kreacher." Harry sighed and took it from him, wrapping himself up in the large soft blanket and resting his head on a cold cushion,
"Master Potter, would you like food sir?" Kreacher asked,
"No thanks." Harry sighed quietly, his hand coming up and taking off his glasses.
"But master, you haven't eaten in days-"
"That will be all, Kreacher." Harry said firmly and the House elf physically drooped as he Dissapparated.
(*FLASHBACK*)
"I have barely got any clothes, I'll run back to my parents house, get some stuff and be right back." Daphne said, putting a scarf around her neck as she walked to the door,
"Okay, be careful." Harry said, handing her her bag and helping her with her coat,
"Same to you Harry." She said and hugged him tightly. They lingered for a while, not wanting to part but they knew they had to.
"See you later." Daphne called, waving as she opened the door to torrential rain, "I'll be back as quick as I can!"
Then with a small, soft smile, Daphne Dissapparated.
(*END FLASHBACK*)
Harry sighed and closed his eyes to stop the tears, that had been 8 months ago…
(*****)
"Let me out!" Daphne Greengrass shrieked, throwing herself at the door and begging for her parents to open it.
She had been trapped as soon as she walked through the door. Her parents had fed her and doted on her in a way they never had when her sister had been alive. Astoria had always been mummy and daddy's little girl as she bought into all of their absurd beliefs about the world whilst Daphne had never given a damn. This should have alerted her.
Next thing she knew she was in her room and her parents wouldn't release her. They had her wand and had the House Elves deliver her food and water whenever needed. The windows locked, as was the door and no amount of attacking or spellwork would open them.
"Why are you doing this?" Daphne yelled, "I need to get back to Harry, he must think I left him!"
"Who is Harry?!" The gruff voice of Stephen Greengrass, her father, asked impatiently. He had heard her daughter yell that name and mutter it in the rare moments she slept.
"Let me go!"
"No! We won't lose both of you!" Stephen commanded and Daphne heard his heavy footfall as he walked away,
"No, no, NO! Don't go! Let me out!" Daphne pleaded, "He needs me Daddy! He needs me!"
